HIII can you write for haikyuu boys (mainly kenma and oikawa tbh) and a reader who likes to bite them? like as a love language they just…chomp down? 😁
chomp!
kenma, oikawa, & tendo
Kenma Kozume
⟢ the day that you bit down on kenma's arm while you were cuddling was the day the rose-tinted glasses fell off
⟢ kenma really doesn't like it when you bite him but he understands that its a love language of yours
⟢ always pulls away when he senses a bite coming
⟢ but sometimes when ure sad he'll willingly hold out his arm for u to bite
Toru Oikawa
⟢ toru secretly loves it
⟢ doesnt understand it but he adores you too much to say no
⟢ works out a little extra everyday to get a pump going because you usually bite down on his biceps
⟢ bite anywhere but his beautiful face and he wont get mad at you (the one time you did bite his cheek he sulked for 4hrs and refused to turn around)
Satori Tendo
⟢ the first time you chomped his shoulder was the day satori realized he might be outfreaked in the relationship
⟢ adores it that you too are a little weird
⟢ normally retaliates by biting you as well
⟢ becomes a thing the both of you do
⟢ but just for the fun of it he'll run away from you everytime you bare ur teeth, making it a little game
“I have a question for you.”, you said as you plopped down on the couch facing your husband.
Satori looked up from his Switch, ready for shenanigans, “Hit me, shnookums.”
“What is something weird that I do that you think is hot?”
He didn’t miss a beat, “Everything.”
“That’s not how this works.”, you laughed and gave him a playful shove.
“Plum pie, I don’t know what to tell you, you’re weird as hell and I love everything about you. You’re ✨freaky✨.”
“You’re not getting out of this by being cute.”
“Fine. Lemme think.”
He turned off his Switch and placed it on the coffee table, then rested his elbows on his knees while his hands clasped under his chin in most serious reflection.
“You’re not gonna judge me?” He side-eyed you.
“Never. Well - depends.”
“Remember, when we went to that Italian place where we got the whole meal for free if we finished that massive pizza in an hour?”
“Of course.” The victory picture of that day hung right next to your wedding photo in the bedroom, “Wait, don’t tell me…”
“You said you wouldn’t judge!”
“I said no such thing! That did it for you?”
“Been hard ever since.”, he nodded.
You rolled back and snorted with laughter, while Satori continued: “Not only did you inhale the lion share of the pizza, but once we got that free dessert and I watched you go nuts on the sundae… I’m gonna be so real, I’ve been dreaming of you slathering me in whipped cream and devouring me as well. - Please take this seriously, shnookie, I’m being vulnerable with you right now.” You were still giggling your little heart out, holding your tummy.
“I’m so sorry, baby.” You sat up and wiped tears out of the corner of your eyes, then leaned forward to give him a kiss.
“What about you?”
“Everything.”, you shrugged.
“Hey! I’ve been told that’s not how it works! - Shnookie? - Stop kissing me! Tell me!”
013. snacks, routines, and familiarity — tendou satori.
wc: 0.7k
cw: gn!reader. brother's best friend tendou. tendou is a good 'friend'. canon divergent
a/n: i've always loved tendou but @oligbia has reignited my love for him. i hope you enjoy <3 requested by @rumik09
tendou's always been around, sort of like background music.
mostly because of your brother.
wakatoshi’s quiet. steady. impossible to rattle.
tendou is not.
he’s loud in a way that somehow doesn’t bother wakatoshi, which is a miracle in itself. and he’s always at your house. always.
middle school, high school, college — it doesn’t matter. every phase of your life has had tendou in the corner, making sarcastic comments and stealing your food.
he never comes for you. he comes for wakatoshi.
but he never forgets you’re there.
“i brought snacks,” he announces one afternoon, walking through your front door like he pays rent.
your brother barely looks up from the kitchen table. “you always bring snacks.”
“and yet you never say thank you.”
“you eat most of them,” you call from the hallway.
“they’d go to waste if i didn’t,” tendou says, grinning as he heads straight for your room instead of wakatoshi’s.
you’re on the floor assembling a lego set.
he drops a bag beside you without comment.
your favorite drink. your favorite chips.
“i thought you were here to see my brother,” you say, trying not to smile.
“i was,” he says, flopping onto your rug. “then i remembered you exist.”
you roll your eyes. “charming.”
“always.”
he’s been like this forever.
when you were twelve, he called you a menace and said you chewed too loud.
when you were sixteen, he asked you for advice on a girl he liked (and then forgot to mention she was fictional).
now you’re both in college. he still lets himself into your house without knocking. he still leaves crumbs on your bed. and he still talks too much.
but now, sometimes, he looks at you for a second too long.
like he just realized something.
you pretend not to notice.
“you ever think about the fact that we’ve basically grown up together?” he asks one night, sprawled out on your living room couch while wakatoshi’s in the shower.
you glance at him from the armchair. “i try not to.”
he throws a pillow at you.
you dodge. “i’m just saying—if you’re my childhood friend, i should’ve been allowed to punch you more often.”
he snorts. “and if you’re my childhood friend, you owe me therapy for all the times you insulted my hair.”
“you deserved it. it looked like a crime.”
he holds a hand to his chest, fake-wounded. “and yet, here i am, still bringing you snacks.”
you pause. “why do you do that?”
he blinks. “do what?”
“bring stuff for me.”
he shrugs. “you like it.”
“so?”
he shrugs again. “i like when you’re happy.”
you look at him. really look.
he doesn’t look away.
the thing is — tendou’s always been there.
not for you, at first. but not not for you either.
and somewhere along the line, he started showing up even when wakatoshi wasn’t home.
and you started letting him.
one day, you find him waiting outside your lecture hall with a drink in his hand and zero explanation.
you raise an eyebrow. “what are you doing here?”
“visiting your brother.”
“wakatoshi’s not on this side of campus.”
he sips your drink. “is he not?”
you deadpan. “you suck at lying.”
he shrugs. “worth a try.”
you take the drink. “you’re lucky i like this.”
“you’re lucky i remember.”
you try not to smile.
you fail.
you don’t talk about it.
not for weeks.
not when he sits next to you a little closer than necessary. not when he starts texting you more than wakatoshi. not even when he lets you fall asleep on his shoulder during a movie and doesn’t make a single joke about it.
but then he brings you a snack bag with your name scribbled on it.
and your heart does something weird.
you look up at him. “you’re seriously never gonna make this official?”
he blinks. “make what official?”
you stare. “you’re joking.”
he grins. “no, but please keep assuming i’m in love with you. it’s adorable.”
you throw a chip at his face.
he catches it in his mouth.
“show-off,” you mutter.
he shrugs. “still waiting for you to ask me out.”
“why would i ask you out?”
“because i bring you snacks. and i’m hot.”
you groan. “i hate you.”
he leans closer. “no you don’t.”
and you don’t.
and he knows.
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Anyone who knew Tendo well noticed how attuned he was to others. The way he understood emotions and subtle body language was something you admired, and he left you speechless in many cases with his emotional intelligence and everything that came with it. Including the cute little tilt of his head as he observed.
“Tendo, do you know which vending machine is closest?” you asked him in the break between classes, eyes squinting slightly as the bright lights of the classroom only seemed to worsen your pounding headache.
And just like you could expect by now, Tendo tilted his head curiously, or perhaps in understanding, before pointing over his shoulder. “The one that leads towards the gym is pretty close, and you’d get a breath of fresh air as well.”
You smiled thankfully, bowing politely before heading in that direction.
“Tendo, did you do the homework?” you half-whispered, nervously pinching the fabric of his loose windbreaker that he had yet to put in his locker.
“Well well, what do we have here?” he teased, but as his eyes darted over your chapped lips, the crease between your brows and the slight glass of your eyes, his head tilted to the side. “It’s not my best, but feel free to use it.”
You breathed out a heavy sigh of relief as if you hadn’t been sure he would give his homework to you (he would even give it all to you and be left with detention).
“Thank goodness, you’re a lifesaver.” The pinch on his jacket turned into a grip, so he put a hand on your upper arm to coax you into relaxing.
“If we’re getting a detention, it better be for something cool, right?”
“Satori!” His head turned like a dog to a squeaky toy when he heard you call his name.
“What’s up, buttercup?” His thumbs were tucked under the straps of his backpack, and the way he stood so straight made him look even taller than usual.
“Nothing! I just happened to cross your path and thought I’d say hi.”
Slowly, a bit unsurely, Tendo’s head tilted to the side. He noticed how your cheeks looked pinker than usual, making him hungry for a fresh peach. He noticed how you were slightly leaning on the pads of your feet, effectively swaying closer to him. He noticed how your eyes smiled with your lips, and when adding all these together, he let himself wonder if maybe you liked him too.
“Y/n?” a familiar voice said from behind you, making you turn around swiftly, only to part your lips in surprise.
“Satori?” His head was tilted slightly, just like when he observed you, and his hands gestured in no particular pattern as he kept talking.
“I was wondering- you‘re coming to our game this weekend, yes?”
You nodded, flashing him a toothy smile. “Yes, indeed I am.”
“Excellent!” Giggling at his nervous stature, you had him blushing before he even got to the point. He was easily comparable to a cartoon character at this point. “Let’s grab a milkshake before the bus leaves?”
This time, you copied him, head tilting slightly the other way. “That’s a great plan, I’d love to! Will it just be us?” And Tendo would forever melt at the memory of how you leaned in closer, eyes so bright.
“Yeah, the rest of the team is lactose intolerant,” he lied but followed it with a laugh so you’d know he was joking.
And with a great laugh, you agreed on a time for the date. Because when you find someone who sees you the way Tendo Satori does, you hold on tight.
PAIRING - Tendou Satori x Reader
WC - 4.3K GENRE - Fluff, Smut, Slight Angst
CW - first person fic (not sorry), reader is smaller/shorter than tendou, mention of kids but not related to characters, reader called 'precious', oral f!receiving, implied multiple orgasms and overstim
SYNOPSIS - wrapped up in a friends with benefits relationship with satori gets way too confusing sometimes
A/N - oh the way this almost became part of side effects....
I sighed as I fiddled with the handles to the plastic basket in my hands, squinting from the shock the fluorescent lights put on my eyes after coming in from the overcast skies that were ruling the outside this afternoon. I didn’t even know where to start the shopping. Didn’t even know what to get. Then again, really it was up to my companion to decide what to get. My companion who was… already wandering off without me.
I groaned, glancing at the ceiling in small annoyance and immediately regretting exposing my eyes even more to the assault of the lights. I nearly had to jog to catch up to the red head, his lanky legs taking him much faster to the aisles than mine could have managed to move while still looking like I had a lazy pace. That was one thing to hate about Satori, sometimes he could make even the most mundane things look effortless.
Satori couldn’t help but let out a small amused smile when I appeared at his side, huffing a little bit at him. He thought I was cute like this, honestly. Dressed down, because I was supposed to be having a lazy day when he dragged me out. I was still in sweats, one of his oversized hoodies thrown over my t-shirt. I had sworn I wasn’t going to be cold, but when I met Satori outside of the store, shivering, he had insisted that I take the extra jacket from his car. So here I was, in his oversized jacket and stretching to reach the top shelf for the item I was trying to get for my own home.
He scrunched up his face a little bit as he watched me, however, and broke the silence as I settled back next to him, my arm winding into his. “Isn't this... a little weird?” I looked up at him with a tilted head, waiting for him to continue. “I don’t know, doing something so domestic together, like we’re a couple.”
I snorted out a soft laugh, nodding my head in agreement. “It's extremely weird.”
Satori sighed and shrugged lightly. “People usually only do the fake relationship thing in front of those they’re trying to fool.” he mused, scrolling through a list on his phone so that he could direct the two of us toward the correct aisle.
“And friends with benefits don’t usually pretend to date to placate their families.” I shot back with raised eyebrows. I was referring to the way that the two of us had been (for the past two weeks) convincing his family that I was a couple so his parents would stop asking when he was going to bring home a girlfriend.
Satori let out a loud laugh. His head fell back a little and his eyes squinted and I couldn’t help but feel a little proud that I was the reason for it. “Yeah I guess you got me there.” It had been his idea, something he’d brought up in the post haze of one of their escapades in the backseat of his car. He’d joked that he could just tell his parents that he was dating me, they knew me enough, someone that had frequented Satori’s life for years now. It was also this bright idea that brought the two of us to where we were now. Shopping for food to bring to his parents’ house for dinner tonight.
I was terrified for this dinner, if I was being completely honest. It’s not like I hadn’t met his parents before, but to sit down at a proper dinner with them, posing to be their son’s girlfriend. Now that, I hadn’t done before. A proper dinner… I froze. Was this supposed to be formal? Was I supposed to get dressed up? “You know, this dinner. Should I-”
Satori cut me off quickly, with a finger held up asking me to pause. I was about to snap in irritation but my eyes followed his to where there was a little kid jumping to try and reach something off the shelf. “Hey little guy.” Satori easily unwound his arm from mine and stepped towards the boy, crouching to be closer to his height.
The little kid had stopped jumping and was now looking up at Satori with wide eyes, clearly nervous. “Hi.” His voice was small and I smiled a little bit at how cute he was, wringing his hands together as he looked up at the box of sweets on the shelf that he couldn’t quite reach.
Satori was quick to smile at the young boy. “Do you need some help with that?” He nodded up to the box and the little boy paused for a second, looking up longingly at the box before looking back to Satori and nodding softly. “Yeah? Want me to help you out?” Satori opened his arms a bit and waved the little boy forward. The little boy took a step forward and watched Satori’s arm wrap around his waist. “Alright here you go.” I watched as the boy giggled when Satori lifted him high into the air before settling him at the right height to grab at the box of sweets.
The little kid looked really proud of himself when the box settled in his hands and looked up at Satori with a bright smile. “Mister?” Satori hummed in acknowledgement as he watched the little boy get a little more confident in his own voice. “You’re really tall.” I couldn’t help but laugh a little bit at the confused look that painted its way across Satori’s face. It was cute, watching him be so sweet with the young child, warmed me up a little bit. “I wanna be as tall as you are!”
Satori laughed loudly before calming down a little bit with a small smile. “Well, wanna know a secret?” The little boy nodded excitedly and Satori leaned closer to talk. “If you,” Satori finished his instructions in the boy’s ear and I silently cursed myself for not standing closer so that I could have heard what he said. “You got it?” Satori asked as he leaned back.
The kid nodded his determined confirmation and it made a little laugh bubble out of me as Satori set the kid back on the ground. “Can I tell you a secret now?” The boy asked and when Satori nodded the kid rushed to cup his hands around Satori’s ear to spill the words out.
I was a little concerned when both the boys turned to look at me. My eyebrows scrunched together as I looked at them but Satori didn’t address it. He simply smiled and turned back to the little boy. “Yeah she is, isn’t she.” Satori ruffled the little boy’s hair slightly and stood back up to his full height. “Hey now, you gotta run back to your parents now before they get too worried okay?”
The little kid nodded excitedly, bouncing on his feet now. “Bye!” He called over his shoulder as he took off down the aisle.
I was still smiling when Satori walked back over to me, a giddy little grin at how adorable Satori had been. “Well I guess it’s true what they say, huh?”
I tilted my head up at him in confusion as he lifted the basket out of my hands, looking back at his list. “What do you mean?”
Satori laughed a bit, shooting a wink at me before turning away. "The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids."
My jaw dropped in astonishment, left again stuck in place as his long legs carried him down the aisle. I snapped myself out of it and groaned again, rushing forward to catch up. “Don’t get all cocky on me now, Satori. I’ll have to put ya in your place.”
My breath hitched when I felt the cold metal of Satori’s car press into the warm skin of my back. I was just out of sight, pressed between him and his vehicle. His hands were wandering, pressing up the fabric of his jacket on my frame to expose more skin to his fingers. His thumbs were pressed into the front of my ribs, brushing along the lining of my bra, his grip pinning my body as he leaned further into me. I whined when his lips left mine and trailed down to my jaw. “Satori.” His name fell from my lips like a sigh, breathily floating into the air between us two. His lips sucked a small mark into the soft skin by my ear as he hummed his response. “Satori.” I whined again when his teeth nipped at my skin and my nails scraped against the sliver of skin exposed on his lower back from his bending over my form.
“What is it, precious?” Satori mumbled against the skin of my neck, lips trailing to my jugular, sucking marks that claim I as his own along the way. I let out a soft moan when his hands grasped for more contact with my skin, pulling my body into his more.
"Can we just call off dinner with your parents and screw instead?" I mumbled without thinking, head dropped back to the car.
Satori’s face appeared in my sight again with a smirk on his lips. His eyes were half closed, narrowed in on the way I pulled my bottom teeth between my lips as I looked at him. "Yeah.” He breathed, tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he brought them to mine. I whined into his mouth, one of my hands trailing to his hip. My thumb grazed the dip of his v-line, grazing the sensitive skin and he rewarded me with a quiet moan against my lips. “Oh fuck.” He mumbled, pulling away lightly before he got too carried away with me. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea." He was nodding along with his words, but I could see his eyes wandering down my body even if it was largely hidden from him.
I took the initiative to remove myself from between his body and the car and stepped towards my own. “Follow me home?”
I laughed into Satori’s lips and pulled away to unlock and open my front door. I stepped inside and kicked my shoes off to the side, watching as he did the same. “So,” I drew out the word as I smiled, backing away from him and further into my home as he shut the door, “lovely weather we’re having tonight?” I tried and failed to stop the soft laugh that came out of my lips when I watched Satori shake his head at me.
"I'm not here for small talk.” The small smile on his lips gave away his amusement in me as he closed the distance between us. Just a few steps making the distance seem small.
I laughed more, tilting my head at him in faux confusion. “No? I thought you-” I let out a small squeak as his arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me into him.
Satori shook his head and leaned his face close to mine, backing me closer to my room. “I'm here to fuck your brains out." My eyes dropped down to the way his lips formed his words, the heat in my core encompassing my entire torso and spreading further, down my thighs and up my chest.
“Well when you put it like that?” I tried to steady my voice but couldn’t help the way it wavered when my back hit the door to my room.
“Stop talking.” I could hear the laugh Satori was holding back in his voice as his free hand opened my door. His lips were on mine then, walking me back to my bed, eyes closed, knowing the way by heart. My hands tried to come to his waistband but he was quick to catch them to stop me. He hummed as he watched my confusion grow when he gently pushed me to the bed. “No, let me just touch you.”
I watched him with parted lips as he kneeled in front of me. His hands were large against my hips as he pulled them closer to the edge, closer to him. His hands pushed his-my jacket up and let it pool around my waist as he moved his mouth to kiss lazily against the skin of my hips just above my pants. I whined lightly and squirmed when he chuckled against my skin, his breath tickling me slightly. He shushed me playfully, his fingers easily dragging my pants and underwear down in a single move.
I sucked a sharp breath in through my teeth as the cold air hit my core. He huffed a small laugh when I tried to shut my legs only for his hands on my thighs to keep them pried open. I shifted for a moment, eyes squeezing shut when he didn’t move to do anything. “Sa-ahhh.” My complaint in the form of his name was cut short as he pressed his tongue to my clit, flattening the muscle and dragging it up. My hands wound into his hair, back arching slightly when he repeated the motion slowly. “Satori.” I moaned his name out, encouraging his continued attention.
He pulled back slightly and I could only imagine the smirk on his face, not having the guts to look down and make eye contact. “Name sounds pretty comin’ out of your lips like that.” He mumbled, licking my inner thigh and admiring the way I twitched from it. “Say it again for me?”
I opened my mouth to comply but was cut off by my own moan again as his tongue pressed lower against my opening. “Ahhhh.” I gasped when he dipped his tongue inside, tilting his head so his nose bumped against my clit when he licked inside of me. “Fuck,” I breathed, hands tightening in his hair. “‘Tori.” His name on my lips was more of a whine than an actual word, my moans and hands encouraging to bury his face more between my thighs.
Satori continued his motions, constant stimulation from his lips and tongue as he drew me closer and closer to where he wanted me. It wasn’t until he felt my thighs start to clench that he drew away just enough to speak, the vibrations of his voice causing my hips to buck. “C’mon precious, want you to cum on my tongue for me, yeah?”
I whimpered at the thought of it. “Yes, yes, fuck.” I could feel myself getting closer and Satori only encouraged me with his motions, his fingers tensing on my thighs as he held me there. “Gon’ gonna cum.” I mumbled, my abdomen clenching up as he pulled me more into his mouth, keeping me in place as he pushed me over my edge.
Satori chuckled as he watched my chest heave up and down, my breathing uneven as he kissed the inside of one thigh before the other. “You okay up there?” He mumbled, breath fanning against my hip as he adjusted his grip on me.
“Yeah-hey!” I shrieked slightly when his tongue pressed against my clit again, the sensitive bundle twitching a bit. “Ah-wait.” I tried to sit up but quickly fell back against the bed when he pushed his tongue into me again. I tried to speak through my pants and breathy moans but it took a few tries. "Don't you want to get off too?"
Satori hummed against my core. “I will. Eventually.” He mumbled against my skin, tongue laying flat against my clit again immediately after.
“Oh god.” I mumbled, hands fisting up in his hair as I whined.
“The goal is to make you break tonight, though.” Satori confessed, pulling away just enough to his teeth could nip softly at the soft skin of my hip, leaning up just enough so that I could see him when I lifted my head from the mattress. “Wanna see you all cute and whiny for me.”
My eyes rolled slightly when his fingers brushed over my clit and my hips tried to twitch away from him. “Fuck, Satori, god.”
Satori laughed, a smirk evident in his voice as he spoke. “It’s okay to break."
I clenched my teeth and fought the whine begging to leave my throat. "I’m not going to break." Satori’s smirk widened into a grin. That was a full challenge from me, the way he saw it.
I gasped as Satori hummed against my overstimulated skin. "How many times have I made you cum already?" His tone was teasing, his hands smoothing over my thighs and up to my hips. He smiled when I didn’t respond, pressing his lips to the bare skin just under my breasts. His jacket had been pried off my body long ago, and he couldn’t help but admire how he’d rendered me. My skin was covered in sweat, pieces of my hair sticking to my wet cheeks. Tears were still falling from my eyes as I struggled to keep my wits about me under his assault. “Hey, precious, you still with me?” He asked and appeared above me, a blurry figure in my sight.
I nodded eagerly, hands clawing to find purchase somewhere on his body. “Tori.” I whined, drawing out the last vowel and trying to pull him closer.
Satori smirked above me, his thumb playing with my lower lip as he watched my glossy eyes. “You want more?” He asked and I nodded my head up at him mindlessly. “I don’t know, precious.” He teased even though he had no intention of stopping, already lining himself up with my entrance.
I whined again in protest. "You're not going to break me, I promise." My words were mumbled and slurred but I was sure I was making my point, pouting up at him like I was now, just desperate to feel him more.
Satori laughed lightly. “I’m not?” I shook my head no, the words meaning to promise him he wouldn’t dying on my lips when he slowly pressed his length into me. “Well, trust me precious,” he groaned as he seated himself fully inside of me, his head falling into the crook of my neck, forcing himself to take a few deep breaths to calm himself down. Satori groaned into my skin as he bucked his hips into me drawing a loud moan from my lips. “I plan to try.”
I squinted at the bright morning light filtering through my half-open curtains and groaned at the assault on my eyes. I went to turn away from the window and was suddenly very aware of the weight across my torso. I blinked a few times, staring at the arm around my waist. My brain took a second to catch up to my surroundings, foggily trying to figure out who could be there. “Satori?” I mumbled and turned over toward the source of heat behind me. I struggled slightly but were greeted by the pretty sight of Satori’s half asleep form. His hair was falling into his half-closed eyes, messy waves that stuck up a bit in random places. My lips pulled into a small smile as I watched him look at me softly. “You’re still here.”
Satori lifted the arm from around me, brushing my hair out of my face as he looked at me. "Being half-asleep is a very good look on you." He chuckled softly and his voice sounded heavy with sleep, scratchy still.
I chuckled a bit, my body instinctively drawing closer to his warmth in my sleepy state. “You’re not too terrible looking this early either.” I pressed my lips to the base of his throat and felt his lips press to the crown of my head. It was an action that neither of us would have thought to perform outside of the moment I was in, but my half-asleep state encouraged me to nuzzle into his touch further. I hummed my content before pulling back and glancing up at him. His eyes were focused on how his fingers brushed against my cheek. “Pretty cute actually.”
Satori’s lips pulled into a small smirk. “Yeah?” He teased slightly, dragging my body closer to his.
I couldn’t help but giggle a little bit. “Yeah.” I nodded lightly, letting him dip his face closer to mine.
“I don’t think I was supposed to stay the night.” He whispered, staring down at me. I watched a small bit of sadness invade the red of his eyes, circling them easily. He was right. I knew that.
“Not really a fake dating, friends with benefits thing to do.” I breathed a pathetic excuse for a laugh, feeling the sadness infect me too. It crawled into my lungs, squeezed my esophagus. And yet, I was still being drawn closer to him.
“What a title we’ve got there.” Satori’s lips pressed softly against mine, a hand coming up to cup the back of my head as my hands pressed themselves to his jaw.
I pulled back barely, just enough to be able to speak. "I think we both need a therapist to figure out whatever the hell this is." My lips brushed against his as I spoke, my eyes shut softly, refusing to look at him. "It's getting to my head." It was my confession, a small morning weakness. He’d never spent the night before, but having him here, in my bed, I could no longer keep my feelings separate from my actions. I pressed my lips back to his and almost fooled myself into thinking he was holding me tighter now. It took every ounce of my willpower to pull myself from his lips, realization of what I was doing dawning on me as I rushed to detangle myself from him. “You should probably go.”
I was standing now, a step away from the bed. Satori was blinking up at me in shock. He’d had me in his arms just a second ago and now I had put distance between the two of us, like his touch had burned. He cleared his throat, taking his cue that it was time for him to go while he still held a fraction of his dignity. “I have work.” It was true, yes, but both of us knew it was also his excuse. His way to permit him to leave quickly.
I shook my head, eyes raking my own form, his t-shirt from yesterday across my body with nothing else. I glared slightly at it, it wasn’t something I should have been wearing. “You shouldn’t have stayed.” I mumbled, staring at my own feet as I heard him move around my room, collecting his things.
“I know.” Satori’s voice was quiet, compared to the boisterous nature I was used to from him. It was unsettling. It felt like a knife in my heart. This needed to end.
“I’ll see you later Satori.” That was what I'd settled for. I would call him later, tell him that the arrangement the two of me had been having needed to stop.
Satori’s movements stopped for a long moment, just a beat longer than what was comfortable. “Yeah, later.” He sighed as he moved for the door. He’d opened the door and stepped into my hall. He was almost out when he made the mistake of glancing back. The mistake of seeing me there, in nothing but his shirt. Standing there still half-awake, still messy from my sleep. And as beautiful as he’d ever seen me. "Great. Perfect. Nice. Fuck this." He groaned and stepped back in the room.
I finally looked up at him, eyebrows scrunching together as I watched him make his way back to me, dropping his things along the way. “What are you doing?”
“This is stupid.” Satori said as he came to stand in front of me again, lifting my chin so I could properly look at him. “I love you and I think you love me too.” That was his confession, a small morning weakness. “If I’m wrong you can kick me out.” He looked down at me hopefully, his eyes flicking back and forth across my face, begging for an answer. Begging for a confirmation from my lips.
I paused for a long moment, just a beat longer than what was comfortable. Long enough for doubt to creep up into Satori’s throat. “You’re not.” I whispered, watching all the stress wash from his body with the sound of the two words. “I think I do.”
“I love you.” Satori said, much more conviction behind his words this time as he pressed his lips to mine.
My arms wound around his neck on instinct, pulling him closer until I needed to pull away for a proper breath of air. “Good. A boyfriend should love his girl.”
I watched as Satori’s face lit up at my words. “Yeah? Boyfriend?” I smiled and nodded along, biting my lips out of nervousness, hoping he would take it. He laughed a bit, dipping down to kiss my cheek quickly, pulling my own laugh from my lips. “My girl.” He mumbled into my cheek. I could feel his smile against my skin. My laugh turned quickly into a gasp as his hands slipped down to grab my ass under his shirt, pulling my hips against him. “My precious girl.” He mumbled into my skin, his lips making their way to my neck.
I swatted at his hands half-heartedly but felt my eyes flutter shut as I weakly protested. “You have work, Satori.”
“Yeah.” Satori mumbled, pulling back slightly to admire the mark he left on my skin, matching those from the day before. His official claim on me. I shrieked slightly as he suddenly lifted me off the ground, a cheshire grin on his lips as he took the few steps he needed to to bring us both back to the bed. "And I'm gonna be so late but the thought of not tasting you right this very second might just kill me.
Whenever he makes a new creation, you're the first person he wants to try it. Even if you know nothing and can't give him the proper, detailed feedback he'd get from some others, you're always the first person to try anything new. If you think it's good, he trusts your opinion, and decides it's good. If you don't like it, the idea either gets scrapped or reworked.
Whenever you try a new chocolate that you like, the face you make makes him so happy. You just look so adorable, your eyes lighting up at the sugary taste spreading on your tongue. He just can't get enough of it, of you.
Soft and love-filled moments living with boyfriend!tendō.
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Ever since you were little, you had always dreamed of what it would be like to move in with your partner for the very first time. You imagined a big apartment, with ample space and bright rooms. You daydreamed relaxing with him every day on the couch, talking the evening away. Idle days with nothing but cuddles and love and nothing more, that's what you had imagined your future would be. Reality was much much harder than that.
The very first apartment you and Tendō got was rented, not bought like Younger You had naively assumed. It was small and cramped, with only one window having a nice view—the only other one had a view of the parking lot and a big towering building in front of it. Sunlight was scarce and the rooms were cold, which, you had to admit, was a good thing in the summer. And if Younger You had known that, on top of that, you spent most of your days at work or studying instead of kissing and cuddling your boyfriend, she would be deeply disappointed with adult life. As you were, too.
In spite of the long working hours both of you had, in spite of how little time you actually spent awake with each other, you were happy with having started a life with the love of your life.
It was in the little things, the little moments, in which you found a sense of domesticity, of joy.
Out of all of those moments, showers were your favorite. When you were together in the shower, you could pause time outside of your little bathroom and simply be with Tendō. All cares and worries pushed aside. All responsibilities on hold. It was a time of peace and intimacy, the kind that was all sweetness and solace. It was during your showers that you told each other about your day, shared your hopes, or basked in the quiet company.
No matter who got home first or how hot the day was, showers were a sacred ritual that were only shared, never taken alone. Sometimes he had to wait hours for you to arrive, but it never really mattered to him. As soon as you got home he would take you in his arms and bring you with him to the bathroom, peppering kisses all over you.
“I’m so tired,” he mumbled against the shell of your ear as he carefully undid the buttons on your shirt. His long fingers traced your body tenderly as he undressed you. Soft kisses made their way through your skin. Tendō rambled about his day as you returned the favor.
You got into the shower after him. Waited patiently as water rained on him. You massaged his back in the meantime, pressing away the stress of his day.
And then Tendō forced you underneath the cold shower. A loud yelp left your lips as your skin was met with freezing temperature. Your boyfriend laughed as he fought back your angry, yet playful, punches.
“I hate you.”
“You love me.” He teased you, blowing kisses at you.
Once you relaxed, the cold water alleviated the heat emanating from your skin. Along with it, Tendō’s hands soothed the tension in your limbs. He massaged your back and shoulders carefully, lathered soap on you before letting you do the same for him.
You sighed satisfied and allowed yourself to rest your weight against his chest. His arms wrapped around you and he rested his chin on your head. You felt the rumble in his chest before you heard his humming. Soft and sweet, the melody of your favorite song slowly made its way through the quietude. Turning to kiss his cheek, you joined him in the melody.
If Younger You could feel the love and warmth you felt at that moment, she would realize that it was all worth it– all the hours working, all that time apart– to be able to come home to this sweet piece of heaven.
HQ MEN WHEN YOU PRANK THEM BY ASKING THEM TO STOP BEING ANNOYING
warnings: nothing
notes: inspired by the tiktok trend!! ngl i was picturing oikawa the whole time while writing this LOL he was the first one that came to mind
you chuckle to yourself as you plate breakfast for you and your boyfriend, who was currently belting his favourite christmas carol in the bathroom, his loud voice booming through your shared apartment on a random sunny day in summer. sticking a skewer flag through the layers of bread and generous fillings, you brushed your hands together in satisfaction, already picturing the way your boyfriend would wolf down your hearty masterpiece.
settling into one of the kitchen counter chairs, you hugged your knees to your chest and got on your phone to pass time. you were scrolling mindlessly through your social media when a certain couple prank video caught your attention. just then, you heard the bathroom door click open, your boyfriend waltzing out into the living room and doing a very poor attempt slash imitation of a graceful pirouette before he spots you staring at him in an unamused expression from the kitchen counter.
he lets out a loud gasp with his hand over his mouth in feigned surprise, “oh look who it is! my darling! my beautiful darling!” he takes a big step and slides across the wooden flooring towards your direction, leaving just enough space between you to perform a sweeping bow. “oh my! look at that enormous sandwich! just what i was craving, what a lucky man i am! now what else am i missing? hm let’s see, ah! a morning kiss to start the day!” not giving you time to respond to his monologue, he cups your face with his large hands and gives you a big fat kiss on the lips. “to thank my dearest sweetie, i shall do the honours of making us a cup of coffee each!”
you watch as he pops the coffee capsules into the coffee machine and collects the aromatic liquid with your matching couple mugs, a blissful fragrance filling your cosy kitchen. he places your mug in front of you and you tilt your head up to kiss him gratefully. he plops in the seat opposite you, rubbing his hands gleefully as he eyes the scrumptious looking breakfast you had prepared for him. he picks up the sandwich, hungrily licking his lips he before opening his mouth scarily wide to take a huge bite of your generously portioned sandwich. you grin proudly when you hear the deep hum of approval resonating from his chest, immediately breaking out into a hearty laugh when you hear the loud exaggerated moan that followed after.
the sight before you makes you recall the video you had watched earlier. leaning forward, you rest your head on your left hand, a devious grin making its way onto your face.
“you know darling, i love you and all but…” your boyfriend’s curious eyes dart up to meet yours upon hearing your voice, silently urging you to go on. his gaze tugs on your heart strings but you are way too absorbed to pull out now.
“maybe you should stop acting so childish all the time, it’s getting annoying.”
his eyes widen and he halts mid bite, never breaking eye contact with you. he blinks. once, twice, before a frown takes over his handsome features. hurriedly swallowing the food in his mouth, he stutters “do you really think so? a-am i starting to annoy you?”
the way his voice cracks and comes out in barely a whisper shatters your resolve. you reach out to hold his hand in yours but it was too late, you see the tears brimming in his eyes. alarmed, you jump up and rush to his side to pull him into a tight hug, mentally cursing yourself for acting on your silly impulsive thoughts. “no no no i’m sorry baby i was joking! i didn’t mean that, i just saw a video of someone pranking their partner and i thought it would be fun to see your reaction…” you pull back and rest your fingers against his cheek. “hey look at me”, you gently tilt his head to face you, “i’m so sorry baby, i love you so much, you know that don’t you?”
he does not respond for a moment, eyes looking everywhere but at you.
“you’re so mean! why would you do that! i really thought you got tired of my antics…” he murmurs, lips forming an adorable pout.
“no i would never! you know how much i love it when you’re being your goofy self. i’m so sorry sweetie… please forgive me? i promise i will make it up to you!” your thumb strokes the apples of his cheeks in a silent plea.
“fine, just promise me you’ll never do this again!” he folds his arms and huffs.
“i promise!” you nod furiously, peppering his face with kisses, first on his forehead, then on both sides of his cheeks and finally one on his pouting lips. you linger on the last one a little longer, feeling the way the corner of his lips curl up, before pulling away to flash a bright smile at your significantly happier boyfriend.
“well since you said you will make it up to me, let me eat your sandwich!”
you deadpanned. perhaps this was just part of your boyfriend’s antics to get an extra share of breakfast after all. but you didn’t mind, not when he looked at you with that childish smug grin on his face.
— OIKAWA, BOKUTO, tendo, hinata, nishinoya, lev, ATSUMU
